So it goes with us blessed with luck: Thursday took advantage of the generous contribution from the players and pick the undeserved medal for Fidal my masterpiece English the opportunity to see the young talent in the face of Lombardy, but even then that the chief is in a hurry and fall travel with one thought in my head. Enough talking, now I want to run . A Gussago crowds: the other teams have played the call to arms, everyone wants to win the team championship, and so I run that ends in a noisy series 184:
- February 14, 2010: 38.mo / 151 (Cat.: 11/67) in 22:32. Path of 5.75 km (3.54-km) January 23, 2011
- : 36.mo/184 (COL: 13 / 81) in 19:37. Path of 5.27 km (3.39-km)
3 minutes less than last year says the time trial, but the GPS-500 also marks a stunning, although the path looks just the same last year. Mysteries of the former racetrack. However, I seem to be going faster than last year: G. also told me, like a shadow that followed me from beginning to end and then did not have beer to go. The fact is that as I ran the last three laps I was able to raise his head, which had been undertaken to spot the obstacles on the frozen ground, and I noticed that the trio of friends in Barcelona were a little before me: I hastened to reach and cross the finish line with them, but I did and we got almost in a row in India. It would have been moving!
Route ice cream, the sun is low, cold yellow polenta (poetry ...), Bergamo competitors are agguerritissimi, typhoid is on, as always win the best and that's all. Your commentator hails from the field and falls into line.
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